A different world game? A different world game!

The backlash from the Void Rift is being effectively contained.

The fighting became intense and deadlocked at one point.

"Switch to armor-piercing spikes! Aim for their knees and arm joints! They're slow!"

The heavily armored Night's Watch soldiers and the valiant veterans among the guards roared hoarsely.

They decisively abandoned their cumbersome tower shields and replaced them with heavy greatswords more suitable for slashing, gleaming battle axes, and armor-piercing spikes with a deadly glint, specifically designed to deal with heavy armor.

A Night's Watch heavy warrior let out a deafening roar and leaped high into the air.

He narrowly dodged the massive bone hammer that swept across the room, and then brought down his battle axe, which was engulfed in blazing flames, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks!
"Crack!"

With a chilling crack, the exceptionally thick arm of the Crusher was cleanly severed at the root!

Dark purple "blood" gushed out like a runaway fountain.

"what--!"

A guard nearby was unable to dodge in time and was swept away by the whistling hammer of another Crusher, letting out a heart-wrenching scream as he flew backward.

The sturdy breastplate was instantly deeply dented, leaving a shocking dent.

"Healer! This way! Quickly!"

Immediately, a companion roared anxiously, his eyes wide with fury.

Behind them, several Night's Watch healers and garrison priests, wearing conspicuous life symbols and holding short-handled wands or holy symbols, were solemnly doing their utmost.

Warm, soft white light or vibrant green natural energy showers down like sweet rain on the front lines, miraculously and rapidly healing the hideous wounds and striving to dispel the persistent, slight void erosion.

A golden halo of "Prayer of Resilience" spread out warmly like ripples, invigorating all the warriors who had fought so hard and slightly easing their heavy fatigue.

"Hang in there, brother!"

A guard reacted quickly, helping his fallen companion to his feet and dragging him to a relatively safe place before handing him over to the healer.

Without hesitation, he roared and charged back to the smoke-filled, deafening front line, deftly picked up the spear from the ground, and rejoined the boiling battle without a second thought, like a tiger descending a mountain.

The air above the battlefield was filled with all sorts of ear-piercing sounds that could tear your eardrums apart.

The clanging of heavy metal striking armor, the slurping sound of sharp blades mercilessly slicing through flesh, the piercing whistling of energy arrows cutting through the air, the chilling howls and wails of void creatures, the bloodthirsty roars and howls of warriors, the suppressed cries of pain from the wounded, the hoarse commands of commanders from excessive shouting...

The hellish sounds merged wildly into a violent and extremely cruel war symphony.

The choking smoke, the pervasive dust, and the splattered bodily fluids mixed with the strong smell of blood and the pungent sulfurous stench unique to void energy, permeated every inch of the air like a thick, poisonous miasma, making it almost suffocating.

The land beneath our feet had long been trampled and stained into a strange, sticky, purplish-black mud.

But in this chaotic and bloody crucible, the balance of power is tilting incredibly slowly but steadily toward the Night's Watch and the Guards.

With superior equipment far exceeding their opponents, near-unparalleled precision and battlefield coordination brought about by data-driven tactics, and their honed and masterful squad tactics, the Night Watch warriors firmly controlled every rhythm and key moment of the battle.

They were like truly impregnable reefs, calmly and efficiently dividing and relentlessly weakening wave after wave of the void creatures' assault.

Faced with these seemingly endless void tides, the Night's Watch elite are now accustomed to them and can handle them with ease.

From the very beginning of the Night's Watch, their core mission was to deal with the Void, so for many years they have been continuously fighting against the threat of the Void.

With the arrival of a more powerful vanguard, the intensity of this confrontation has only increased.

How to wipe out the Void's nest the fastest?
They have long had a set of mature and efficient experiences on how to effectively extinguish fires and how to firmly dominate the battlefield.

Nowadays, as long as the Night Watchers reach a certain level, almost every one of them is an experienced Void Slayer.

Alfred's territory guards, though initially somewhat flustered and their coordination inevitably a little awkward.

But under the Night's Watch's effective tactical guidance and their powerful encouragement of always leading from the front, their indomitable spirit and determination to defend their homeland to the death were completely ignited and inspired.

On the battlefield, the brave and fearless performance of comrades will greatly influence the behavior of other soldiers.

Just like a team, it's impossible for everyone to be in high spirits, but as long as half of the people are full of fighting spirit, the others will also be infected and influenced.

If half of the people are willing to risk their lives, then the other half will also be inspired to become even more fearless.

vice versa.

Therefore, in every battle involving the Night's Watch, the Night's Watch members always charge to the front lines, demonstrating an admirable spirit of fearlessness.

Their various acts of bravery also profoundly influence other soldiers who are not as brave as them, inspiring them to be more courageous. Therefore, whenever the Night's Watch participates in a battle, they will naturally show a combat quality that is far above average.

These guards, like thirsty sponges, eagerly learned the Night's Watch's fighting methods, clumsily but diligently covering and supporting each other.

Shouting rough and crude yet primal and inspiring battle cries, they fiercely tore at their enemies with perhaps rudimentary but absolutely practical weapons.

Every successful coordinated kill was met with a heartfelt, exhilarating roar that echoed across the battlefield.

They were no longer just cannon fodder to be consumed, but had truly and solidly integrated into this efficient killing machine led by the Night's Watch, becoming an indispensable part of it.

Count Alfred stood silently on the hillside, his fingers, gripping the hilt of his sword, turning white from the force of his grip.

He watched as his guards, who usually required rigorous training to barely maintain their formation, now displayed astonishing combat power and tenacious resilience far exceeding their usual abilities, under the subtle influence of the Night's Watch's miraculous blessings and the baptism of this brutal war. A complex mix of emotions welled up within him.

There was a deep sense of pride in the soldiers' valiant fight, and an indescribable, heartfelt awe at the Night's Watch's near-powerful system.

There is also a deep bitterness of helplessness in the face of the surging, unstoppable tide of the times.

Has the Night's Watch... reached such an unimaginable level?

Look at these Night Watchmen below; if you really think about it, they can only be described as ordinary soldiers.

Even these seemingly ordinary soldiers know how to guide others and how to seamlessly coordinate with their teammates, making the entire battle formation change with their rhythm like a precise clock.

This is simply...unbelievable.

How did the Night's Watch manage to do that?
If you take a closer look at the Night's Watch, you'll find that with its rapid development, becoming a frontline member almost certainly requires becoming a true elite.

Perhaps the Night's Watch didn't rigorously screen everyone in the past to bolster their fighting strength, but under the harsh realities of combat and stringent requirements, those unsuitable individuals have long been eliminated through development, transferred to logistics or other departments. Today, the Night's Watch members on the front lines possess unquestionable individual qualities and exceptional teamwork.

They also need to undergo a lot of rigorous training, especially the new generation of Night's Watchmen, who are the elite of the elite, each of whom is carefully and meticulously cultivated.

Moreover, the requirements for selecting Night's Watch members are becoming increasingly stringent at this stage.

With the full opening up of data-driven quotas, the absolute number of Night Watchers has become less important.

What were originally routine problems that could be solved simply by investing enough manpower have now all fallen on the shoulders of adventurers scattered across various regions.

The Adventurers' House system has perfectly filled the lower ranks of the Night Watch and some lower-ranking vacancies, which are precisely the most manpower-intensive areas.

The Night's Watch's current strategic focus is solely on addressing the most intractable and serious problems.

"Either keep up...or be eliminated..."

He gazed at the battlefield, utterly soaked in endless blood and fire, bathed in the dim glow of the setting sun and the flickering light of magic. His voice was low and repetitive, his eyes a complex mix of struggle and determination.

But he gripped the sword in his hand tighter than ever before, his knuckles turning white from the extreme force.

At least for now, his soldiers are “catching up,” wielding their swords on this brutal battlefield for the survival of the land they depend on for survival.

And he began to firmly guide the Night's Watch through his actions.

Perhaps this is indeed unfair to his former relatives and friends, and his former allies.

But for the sake of his territory, for the so-called future of this land, he had no choice but to do so.

Continuing to try to restrain and contain the Night's Watch is completely pointless.

Soon, the sounds from afar began to subside, and the fluctuations in the void began to stabilize.

The clamor of battle finally subsided completely, leaving only the suppressed groans of a few wounded soldiers and the heavy shouts of the engineers as they resumed their efforts to move stones and repair fortifications.

The setting sun dyed the sky a deeper orange-red, casting a heavy and somber hue over the battlefield that had just been ravaged by blood and fire.

Just as the fortifications were being rebuilt in an orderly manner, a series of heavy and rhythmic hoofbeats came from the distant horizon.

A well-equipped and imposing unfamiliar knightly order appeared in everyone's sight.

The team consisted of about a hundred people, all clad in gleaming, heavy silver-gray plate armor. The armor reflected a cold, dazzling light in the slanting rays of the setting sun, and the joints were adorned with intricate and elaborate lion head reliefs.

The tall warhorses beneath them were also clad in fine silver-gray horse armor, revealing only their strong limbs and piercing eyes.

The entire procession carried an aura of seasoned veterans and well-trained warriors, silently proclaiming their status as the kingdom's elite.

A deep blue silk flag fluttered high in the wind.

Embroidered in the center of the flag is a silver lion with its mane bristling, majestic, and mouth wide open.

This is the glorious symbol of the "Silver Lion Knights," the royal knightly order of the Kingdom of Oran, to which Alfred belongs.

The Night Watch sentry merely glanced at the flag, quickly confirmed the identity of the newcomer, and then, as still as a rock, paid no further attention, continuing to focus on his sentry duties.

Count Alfred squinted, gazing into the distance at the silver lion flag that had arrived late but was still familiar.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible smile, brimming with sarcasm and disdain, curled at the corner of his lips.

The problem was solved, and the dust settled before these "kingdom elites" finally arrived.

How ironically timely!

But his face instantly transformed into a warm, slightly weary smile. He symbolically straightened his battered and stained armor and strode forward with firm steps.

The knights reined in their horses in perfect unison, not far from the crowd.

The leader, a middle-aged man with an exceptionally robust build, sharp features, a resolute demeanor, and a meticulously trimmed short beard, deftly dismounted.

His gleaming breastplate was prominently inlaid with a shining golden lion head emblem, symbolizing his status as the regimental commander.

He walked briskly and steadily toward Alfred, his face bearing an aristocratic, perfectly appropriate apology.

"Lord Alfred!"

Knight Commander Carol's voice was loud and clear, with a deliberately crafted air of travel weariness.

"We are very sorry! We rushed here immediately after receiving the alarm, but we were delayed by several annoying roaming Void Beasts along the way."

"Fortunately, Your Excellency is in good health, and the battle has thankfully come to an end. It is truly a blessing from the gods!"

He placed his right hand on his chest and performed a flawless knightly salute.

'Traveling through the night? Encountering obstacles?' Alfred sneered silently to himself. He knew better than anyone the exact distance from the capital to here, and the strength of the tight early warning network established by the Night's Watch along the way.

The so-called obstruction from the other side probably doesn't even qualify as a proper battle; it's just an excuse to cover up their dereliction of duty and late arrival.

But his face remained calm and composed, showing no sign of emotion. He simply stepped forward with a knowing smile and patted Carroll's hard arm armor quite warmly.

"Commander Carroll, thank you for your hard work. Your presence is the greatest support we can receive. The battle has indeed just ended, and it is thanks to the Night's Watch warriors' incredible speed and skill that this land and my people have been miraculously saved."

He deliberately and clearly emphasized the words "night watchman".

Commander Carol's smile seemed to freeze for a very subtle moment, before returning to normal:

"The Night's Watch... truly lives up to its reputation. I'm glad you're alright, sir."

He followed Alfred's gesture without making a sound and walked back to the small hill where they had been watching the battle.

Standing on a high vantage point with a wide view, the bustling post-war scene below is laid out before you.

A young commander of the Night's Watch was efficiently and clearly directing Night's Watch warriors, territory guards, and some enthusiastic, strong villagers who were helping out of their own accord, as they raced against time to quickly repair the damaged fortifications and reinforce the walls.

The instructions were concise and clear, the division of labor was extremely clear, and although the whole scene was busy, it appeared to be well-organized.

Some Night's Watch warriors were patiently instructing their guards on how to move the heavy enchanted stones more efficiently, or personally demonstrating how to more securely embed the shimmering energy runes into the walls. (End of Chapter)